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Paddy’s Weekend Piking

St. Patrick’s Day used to be a three day session but for quite a good few years I have made the point of foregoing the nonsense and getting afloat instead.

Fishing with the little manOn the day itself I did go fishing but not from a kayak. I cast from the shore as I walked with the little man, him occasionally grabbing the butt of the rod as if to show me that I was doing it wrong! No fish were forthcoming from the shore which didn’t particularly surprise me. As the weather and temperatures pick up so will the fishing.

Pike were on the agenda for the following day and I headed off to meet fellow kayaker Alex on a midland river with the hopes of hitting a couple of pike before they started spawning. Hopes were high and after a winter of practically no pike fishing due in part to the little man’s arrival, in part to horrendous weather, it was fantastic to be on the water again and fighting my first pike after paddling only a few hundred metres.

Bending into a pike

A small one to the Swim pike

The Biwaa Swimpike caused the downfall of this particular fish and after a spirited tussle I released her to go and terrorise the roach in the river. I paddled further upstream, the intention was to meet Alex on the water but before long the rod pulled over again and I was soon fighting the second fish of the day. This fish took a Rapala and fought well. I noticed the the tail on this fish was particularly ragged and as I released it I wondered what may have caused it.

Another pike in the sunshine

Ragged tail fin

I kept on paddling and before long I had met up with Alex, he already had four fish, one of which he said was in the 15lb region. Good fish and I look forward to seeing the images. We kept picking our way upstream, marveling at the amount of bait fish in the river and working lures over any likely looking spots. The tactic paid off another couple of fish coming our way, Alex with a smaller fish and my rod bending over into my best of the day. The Swimpike struck again and I was delighted with myself.

big pike on a lure

With the light fading it was time to consider calling it a day – I had a paddle of at least 4km back to the car and I didn’t fancy doing it in the dark! Alex decided to camp it out and I do hope he managed another fish or two for his troubles….

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